Zhang Li couldn’t help but cast a sideways glance at him.
"Do you think you’ve gone beyond the Great Mastery of Boxing? Is your physique at that level? You’re thinking so much without even having explored your own physical limits? You haven’t even learned to crawl, and you’re already thinking about how to run."
Lu Ren shrugged his shoulders and didn’t ask much further, after all, the image of fighting while dragging on was indeed a bit unsettling for him, and the Highly Concentrated Nutrient Pills were indeed a great aid for martial arts practice, not inferior to so rare dicines.
Pfft.
Sitting down with Zhang Suyi at a table, they were indulging in their al when a sowhat cold voice reached his ears.
"Are you the descendant of the minor fist genre, the Phoenix Falcon Fist?"
Lu Ren looked up at the voice and saw a tall young man standing in front of him.
He was called a tall young man because he was nearly two ters tall. Although his muscles were taut and iron-like, they were extrely firm and made him look tall.
Zhang Li frowned slightly and said curtly, "He Liran, are you itching for a beating?"
He Liran’s head shrank a little imperceptibly, then he stiffened his neck, spoke sternly, and deliberately ignored Zhang Li’s nacing glare. He stared straight at Lu Ren and said, "The Phoenix Falcon Fist is rely a minor fist genre, only rated as a first-class fist sequence within the Security Departnt, it’s just an empty reputation!"
After speaking, He Liran gazed intently at Lu Ren, looking at him expectantly, as if he could foresee the other party flaring up in anger at the blatant insult to the fist technique he practiced, slamming the table and challenging him to a duel to see who was superior.
"Oh."
"Oh?!!"
Lu Ren’s nonchalant and detached deanor slightly made He Liran doubt his life.
Could it be that he had mocked the wrong person, and the other party wasn’t practicing the Phoenix Falcon Fist?
Even the martial artists nearby who were waiting for drama had a face full of bewildernt, not expecting Lu Ren to show no provocation at He Liran’s taunt.
Lu Ren himself was also perplexed at this ti, wondering what went through these people’s minds. Could they not be a bit more peaceful? They co out provoking like characters in third-rate novels, which made him feel oddly embarrassed; readers would consider this a poison point!
What were these people thinking, being from the sa system? And at what age were they still so underdeveloped cerebrally?
The so-called sense of honor in fist techniques, he really didn’t have it. The Phoenix Falcon Fist was sothing he exchanged for so technological items he brought back from the Otherworld Ruins.
Seriously, the acquisition of this fist technique was entirely based on a transaction. Although he apprenticed under Li Ziqing, the man also said, "A fist technique is a fist technique. Why should it involve sectarian views? It’s rely a tool for enhancing physical limits."
Where’s the vision, the taste, the poise?
Zhang Li was also a bit stunned watching Lu Ren, who showed no reaction and continued eating his food, seemingly a bit dazed.
Seeing He Liran still standing there, Lu Ren raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you still have anything to say? If not, please stay away from . Your tall figure standing here makes my dining quite uncomfortable."
He Liran’s face turned red, and he shouted, "Sister Li, I find this person extrely arrogant, and I request to duel him one-on-one!!"
What’s this, does every newcor get disciplined when they arrive?
What kind of bad atmosphere is this?
Before Lu Ren could react, Zhang Li stood up, a cold expression on her face, and threw a punch. Her seemingly muscle-less arm suddenly bulged with muscle, each vein prominent, even entwined.
Her white and slender fist, seemingly like an alloy hamr, crashed through the air with significant force, creating a rumbling sound as it heavily hit He Liran’s abdon.
A dull thunder exploded!
A body weighing over two and close to three hundred pounds hung in the air from this punch, retreating three ters before landing on his knees sharply, clutching his stomach, eyes wide open, mouth agape, but unable to utter a sound, saliva dripping all over the ground.
Lu Ren’s gaze contracted, the power Zhang Li demonstrated with her punch exceeded his expectations. Despite not going all out, leaving so force in reserve, he felt that even if he put all his strength into a punch, he might not match her true explosive power.
Females naturally have weaker constitutions than males, and to train fist technique explosiveness to this level, she was probably just a step away from Great Mastery of Boxing.
Female martial artists are already rare, and those who have trained their fist technique to this extent are even rarer.
Yet, the onlookers seed accustod, watching the scene with smiles, indicating that He Liran frequently did such things.
Zhang Li turned apologetically to Lu Ren and said, "I’m sorry for putting you in such a situation as soon as you arrived. They are just discontent with the Phoenix Falcon Fist being classified as a first-class boxing skill, believing it to be undeserved."
No wonder Li Ziqing wasn’t seen; maybe he was too bothered by being targeted by people like these and decided not to bother coming?
Not really; perhaps he simply didn’t want to bully kids.
After all, many of the people here regarded him unfavorably, but their strength left much to be desired.
The disputes among fist technique schools, huh.
It seed the internal personnel of the Security Departnt consisted of many who joined from civilian fist technique schools. Although Zhang Li repeatedly explained that sectarian prejudice within the Security Departnt wasn’t severe, discrimination chains still existed...
It’s quite normal.
Lu Ren glanced at He Liran, who lay on the ground for a long ti, even after a punch-induced spasm, after catching his breath, still stiff-necked, avoiding Zhang Li’s gaze, glaring at Lu Ren.
"Do you dare to compete with ?"
Lu Ren sighed, popping the last piece of at into his mouth as he chewed and said, "Alright then, I’m short on ti, so let’s just compete here. I haven’t eaten enough, consider it an activity before the main course."
Zhang Li: "Lu Ren, there’s no need..."
"It’s alright, Captain Zhang, because if I don’t show so strength here, there will always be people jumping up and down making noise. I dislike this thod of interaction, using fists to speak is simpler for ."
Lu Ren’s words weren’t too loud or too soft, but loud enough to be heard throughout the cafeteria, imdiately making so in the distance frown and feel displeased.
The expressions of these people didn’t escape Lu Ren’s notice, tsk, look, these people always align themselves with the critique.
Zhang Li opened her mouth, finally sighing; Lu Ren was right. These guys, one by one, ca from first-class boxing schools. Establishing this Security Departnt took a considerable effort, and before the hogrown personnel matured, they still needed these people for decorum.
Moreover, integrating these civilian experts was essential for forming a healthy internal competition chanism.
Not fighting wasn’t an option, and he wasn’t soone who would avoid trouble.
Lu Ren rose, walked not far from He Liran, folded his arms, and tilted his head, a series of crackling bone friction sounds emanating from his neck.
"Do you need a break before we start?"
"To deal with you?" He Liran sneered, "No need."
The guy in front looked to be about one ter ninety, the muscle blocks under his clothes were clearly defined, exuding a sense of power, making him sowhat concerned because of the broad shoulders and prominent neck muscles.
Practitioners of the Phoenix Falcon Fist mostly had this appearance, focusing on the musculature of the waist, abdon, and back as cores, delivering astonishing attack frequency and pinpoint destructive force.
But, my muscles are the most appealing!!!
He Liran roared inwardly, tore off his T-shirt, revealing his rock-piled body.
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